My Deathbed Wish: His True Love

Grace's POV:

Despite their reservations, Edwardo and Henrietta threw a lavish engagement party for Jack and Bianca. The Day family estate was transformed, glittering with fairy lights and overflowing with champagne and flowers-roses, of course. Not a single gardenia was in sight.

I moved through the crowd like a phantom, acutely aware of the curious glances and hushed whispers that followed me.

"That' s Grace Daniels… they were childhood sweethearts, you know."

"I heard she was the one who found him after all those years."

"So why is he marrying that other girl? And why is Grace even here? It' s just so… sad."

I pretended not to hear, my smile fixed in place, a perfect, brittle mask. My gaze found Jack across the ballroom. He was standing with Bianca, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. She was radiant in a custom-made designer gown, a diamond necklace that must have cost a fortune sparkling at her throat. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, and her laughter tinkled through the room. They looked like a fairy-tale couple. The prince and the girl he chose.

My heart gave a familiar, painful lurch. I turned away, heading for the relative quiet of the terrace.

Jack stepped onto the central dais, tapping a champagne flute for attention. "Friends, family," he began, his voice ringing with happiness, "I want to thank you all for coming tonight to celebrate with me and the love of my life, Bianca…"

Suddenly, the lights flickered violently and then plunged the entire ballroom into absolute darkness.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by nervous laughter. Then came the sound of a table crashing over, a woman' s scream, and a man' s sharp curse. The atmosphere shifted from festive to panicked in a heartbeat. People were shoving, shouting. Chaos erupted.

Instinct took over. I backed away from the surging crowd, pressing myself into a corner to avoid being trampled. In the disorienting darkness, a hand clamped down on my wrist like a steel trap. Another hand, reeking of chloroform, was pressed hard over my nose and mouth.

I struggled, kicking out, but my attacker was too strong. The world began to spin, the sounds of the party dissolving into a muffled roar. My lungs burned. Just before I lost consciousness, the last thing I heard was Bianca' s terrified shriek, closer than it should have been.

I came to in a state of nauseous confusion, my head throbbing. I was slumped in the back of a moving van, the air thick with the smell of gasoline and fear. My hands were tied behind my back. Across from me, I could just make out another figure. Bianca.

Her voice, a harsh, panicked whisper, cut through the darkness. "You idiots! I told you to do it after the party, not during! You were supposed to make it look like she kidnapped me! You' ve ruined everything!"

A gruff voice replied, "Plans change, lady. We got a better offer."

"Better offer?" Bianca shrieked. "I' m not paying you the rest! Not a dime!"

My mind, still foggy, began to piece it together. Bianca had hired these men. She had planned to stage her own kidnapping and frame me. But someone else had intervened.

A sliver of light from a passing car illuminated the van' s interior for a second. In that brief flash, I saw the glint of metal. These weren't the low-level thugs Bianca would have hired. These men had guns. And the man who had spoken, the one in charge… I recognized his voice. It was Marcus Thorne, one of Jack' s most ruthless business rivals, a man Jack had nearly driven to bankruptcy last year.

This wasn' t a fake kidnapping anymore. This was real. And it wasn' t about me. It was about Jack.

The van screeched to a halt. The back doors were thrown open, and we were dragged out onto a dark, deserted pier. The salty air was cold against my skin. Thorne pulled out a phone and made a video call. A moment later, Jack' s face appeared on the screen, pale and strained.

"Thorne," Jack snarled. "Let them go. Whatever you want, I' ll give it to you."

Thorne laughed, a cruel, grating sound. He yanked Bianca forward, pressing the cold barrel of his gun to her temple. "It' s not so simple, Day. You see, I want you to feel what it' s like to lose everything. So you' re going to make a choice."

He shoved Bianca aside and grabbed me, dragging me into the frame next to her. "Your new love, or your old one? You can only save one. Who' s it going to be?"

Jack' s eyes darted between us. His professional mask was gone, replaced by raw, primal fear. When his gaze landed on the gun against Bianca' s head, a strangled sound escaped his lips.

"Don' t you dare touch her!" he roared, his voice cracking with desperation. "Take me! Just let her go!"

I closed my eyes. A single, hot tear traced a path down my cold cheek. I already knew his answer. I had always known. In his heart, there was no choice to be made.

Thorne chuckled. "Oh, I' m not going to give you the choice, Day. I' m just going to take them both."

The world dissolved into a blur of motion. I was being dragged, shoved, and then I was inside a cramped, dark space. A moment later, Bianca' s body was thrown in beside me, her warmth a strange comfort in the terrifying closeness. I realized we were inside a large glass box.

With a horrifying lurch, the box was tipped over the edge of the pier. It hit the water with a deafening splash, and the dark, icy ocean immediately began to swallow us. Heavy stones were chained to the bottom, pulling us down with terrifying speed.

Panic, cold and sharp, seized Bianca. She started screaming, beating her fists against the glass. But I was strangely calm. My mind went into survival mode. I kicked off my high heels, gripped one in my hand, and began smashing it against the top of the box with all my might.

On the third strike, the tempered glass fractured, then shattered. Shards rained down, slicing my arms and legs, but I barely felt the pain. The ocean rushed in. I took a deep breath, grabbed the now-unconscious Bianca by her dress, and pulled her through the opening.

My lungs were screaming as I kicked toward the distant, shimmering surface. I broke through with a gasp, dragging Bianca with me. I saw a large piece of wooden debris from the pier floating nearby. With the last of my strength, I shoved her onto it.

She was safe. My promise to myself was fulfilled. Jack would not lose her. He would have his happiness.

I patted her cheek gently. "Live a good life, Bianca," I whispered into the waves. "For him."

I tried to start swimming toward the shore, one hand on the floating wood, but a sudden, terrifying numbness shot down my right arm. It went completely limp, useless. The ALS. The cold, the shock, the exertion-it had triggered a major attack.

I couldn' t fight anymore. My body was a dead weight, pulling me down. I let go of the wood, my head dipping below the surface. I looked up at the moonlight filtering through the water, a beautiful, rippling silver.

This is it, then.

A strange peace settled over me. I had saved her. I had set him free. My task was done.

I closed my eyes, welcoming the encroaching darkness.

Just as my consciousness began to fade, a hand closed around my wrist, strong and sure, pulling me up from the abyss.